“After the death of my husband, I became deeply depressed because he was my entire world. Eventually I opened up to everyday living but still think of him often.”
I remember spring
last year
because you were here.
Everything so green
last year
Remembering you near.
Remembering bunches
of wildflowers
born of soft sun, shy winds.
Your eyes were worlds of
bright asters
full of astonishment.
I search for you
this spring
because you are gone
beneath the green
this spring
I search for you alone.
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Memories
By Joan McNerney